All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s05e21 Torah, Torah, Torah.eng

...stumble on these thieves,
you could get hurt.

This Torah,
this piece of parchment,

is something that I would
risk anything for.

I don't wanna hear anymore
about stolen Torahs.

Do you have a plan?
Of course, we have a plan.

It appears that things
are starting to go our way.

T. C: Maybe a little
more hot sauce.

More hot sauce.

Mmm-hmm.

Don't you think you
ought to taste it first? Mmm-mmm.

A truly great chef
can identify the missing ingredients merely by smell.

Can I?

Magnum,

I need you to drive
to the airport and meet Flight 42 from Taipei.

It arrives at 2:05, and
if you leave immediately, you'll be on time.

A very dear friend of mine,
Asher Solomon, is arriving.

Naturally, I had planned
to pick him up myself.

But unfortunately, I received
an urgent telephone call from Mr. Masters regarding some

business I need to take care
of for him on the North Shore.

I don't have time
to go over the details. Suffice it to say

that I wouldn't ask this
of you unless it were absolutely necessary.

Maybe a dash more hot sauce.

I hope I can
count on you to help me out in this emergency.

No!

Magnum, I have no time
for your childish obstinance.

My God, what is that odor?

Higgie baby,
you are talking about my Uncle Roland's original

Creole Flaming
Bayou Blaster chili.

Wanna try a little taste?

Not without a paramedic
in attendance.

Well, you don't know
what you're missing.

Oh, hey, I gotta go.

Thomas.

Look, I'll be back
after my charter.

You've got to stir that chili
constantly for two hours.

Two hours?
Yes.

And then prepare yourself
for a culinary event.

Oh.

Whatever you do,
don't quit stirring,

or else you'll end up
with Creole cement.

Later, Higgie baby.

Cement.

And chili.

Genuine Creole bayou.

Magnum, I very seldom
ask a favor of you,

but this is
very important to me.

In all honesty, there is
no one else I would trust

to pick up my old,
dear friend, Asher Solomon.

Will you go?

Will you stir?
I can't.

Flight 42 from Taipei
now arriving at Gate 27.

I was all the way
to the airport before I realized

Higgins had left
without telling me what Asher Solomon looked like.

I figured
I'd have to improvise.

Mr. Yamashiro to a
white courtesy phone.

Mr. Yamashiro to a
white courtesy phone.

Aloha.

Hello.

I am Rabbi Asher Solomon.

Welcome to Hawaii.

At first,
I was really annoyed with Higgins for not telling me

Asher Solomon was a Rabbi.

But as we drove along,
I realized

I couldn't stay annoyed
at Higgins or anybody else with Rabbi Solomon around.

It wasn't exactly
the stories he told,

though, as he talked, I almost
felt I'd been there with him

as he fled from Poland
to Shanghai, fought with the Haganah in Israel,

coached the Maccabiah
soccer team in New York.

But more than that,

he just had a knack for
making you like him.

I've been thinking, Thomas,
of the Polynesians.

Journeying over vast
stretches of this

beautiful and often
treacherous Pacific Ocean

in open boats
no bigger than this car,

seeking paradise
as foretold by their god.

Not unlike the early Hebrews.

Traveling in the desert,
wandering there,

looking for the Promised Land,
for the land of Canaan.

Or even the European Jews
seeking refuge in Shanghai in 1945?

Ah, yes, Shanghai.
Nice, beautiful people.

It was a refuge of peace,
until the Japanese set up

the munitions dumps and
the Allies came and bombed.

The temple was destroyed.
It was laid in waste completely.

And this poor Torah
was buried under the rubble.

Oh, but that's all the past.
It's history.

Now, to be here, in Hawaii,
for a reunion

with the many families
who came from Shanghai.

And this poor Torah
that we gave up for lost,

returned to us by
the Taiwanese Department of Antiquities.

Perhaps he needs assistance.

Maybe.

Hold it. Don't move.

Hey! What's going on here?

Come on! Let's go!

You all right?

The Torah.

That filthy pig
took my Torah.

I was shocked to hear of this
senseless, violent act,

and I take personal
responsibility for your tragic loss.

Please, Miss Chou,
it was nobody's fault.

No, no.
If I had met you at the airport

perhaps none of this
would have happened.

I regret that other
obligations kept me away.

If it weren't for you
and your friends in the Department of Antiquities,

the Torah would never have
been found or turned over to me in the first place.

But...
I cannot believe that God has brought us this far

only to have
the Torah lost again.

So, I thank you for
your concern

and I thank you
for your generosity

in bringing the car
for me to use.

It is the least
we could do.

Well, I'm afraid
I must be on my way.

Good night, Rabbi.
Good night.

I do hope you feel better.

Nice meeting you.

Good night, Mr. Higgins.
Good night.

Good night. Drive carefully.

Honestly, Magnum.

How could you allow something
like this to happen?

Me? I was the one doing
the favor, remember?

If you hadn't been chasing
around the North Shore trying to track down some

art forger-mercenary-soldier
Frank What's-his-name?

Franz Wallen,
and I was hardly chasing.

I was sent by Mr. Masters
to find the man and secure the rights to his life story

before he sold them
to someone else. Gentlemen...

The proceeds from the sale
of a best seller based upon his life

would have insured
construction of a

desperately needed new wing
at the Children's Hospital.

Fine, that's just
fine, Higgins,

but the least you could've
done is warn me

I'd be walking into
a potentially dangerous situation.

Gentlemen...
I would think that, in your line of work,

you would keep an eye out
for that sort of thing.

Gentlemen, please,
you're giving me a headache.

Now, Thomas, there is no way
you could have known

that somebody organizing
a very clever plan to steal the Torah.

And Jonathan, even if
you had been there,

there was nothing
you could have done that Thomas did not do.

Perhaps you're right.

What do the police
have to say?

They said
they'd do their best.

Well, why should a piece
of parchment and some ink be of any importance to them?

No importance at all.

But now, I have a car.
I will track down the Torah.

Magnum and I
will go with you.

No, no, you still have
this Franz Wallen to find,

and the children need
their hospital. You must not worry about me.

But you know
nothing of Honolulu,

or of tracking down
criminals, for that matter.

Mmm, I could learn.

With all due respect,
if I am not for myself, who will be?

Look, I'm afraid
it's just not that easy.

Even if you happen to
stumble on these thieves, you could get hurt.

Hurt? Pish-posh.

You must realize
that this Torah, this piece of parchment,

is something that I would
risk anything for.

It is a tangible reminder

of where we come from
and what we have lived through.

Look,

my wife and son
were killed in Poland before we could escape,

the temple in Shanghai
has been long in ruins,

but this Torah
has been reborn.

It has been resurrected.

You think I will let it
get lost again?

No, sir.

Well,

if you wouldn't mind
a slightly battered

old private investigator
tagging along,

I would consider it
an honor to help you in your search.

That would be fine.

Yeah, okay. All right.
I expect I owe you one.

What's he mumbling about?

He's not mumbling,
he's saying his daily prayers.

Oh, come on.
You don't expect me to fall for that rabbi bit, do you?

I mean, what are you
doing with a Rab...

He is a rabbi. He's got a cap
on the back of his head.

It's not a cap, Rick, it's...

Will you just give me
the address, please?

If I would've known
he was a rabbi, I mean,

I would've had a Bible here,
or at least I would've straightened the office up

and made it look
more appropriate. Rick, the address.

Okay.

You know, do me a favor.
Next time, when you give me the details,

at least give me a little bit
more than, "The big van was painted the same color

"as the boys' locker room
in junior high," will you? Here.

You don't have to whisper.
He knows about the case.

Oi, do I know it.

But, Thomas, there's one thing
I don't understand.

How do you know that
the van was rented?

Because most of those
rental trucks have those mileage counters

on the rear wheels
to prevent cheating.

Oh. I've learnt something.

But, you know,
I'm sure that those rental agency people

will be very much
impressed by your observation.

I don't know what you're
talking about, pal,

and I don't care.

We only got two trucks
like you're describing,

and I would've known
either one of them went out,

'cause I would've
dispatched them.

There is a saying
I've heard, sir.

"Sometimes a child has
a mind of his own, even if forbidden by the parent."

What's he talking about?

Mechanic to the
loading dock. The mechanic to the front loading dock.

Look, all we wanna do is
talk to anybody who worked the yard yesterday.

Maybe look at those two
trucks that you mentioned,

and see if one of them
has a little red paint on it, that's all.

Sure. Why not?

It's no skin
off of my nose.

Hey, Vic!
Get your butt in here.

These guys want to know
about a van and a pickup.

Hold it!

Freeze! Police!

What the hell
are you doing here?

Gesundheit.

A stolen Torah?

Come on, Magnum,
you can do better than that.

Well, strange as it sounds,
he's telling you the truth.

Two guys in a van
ambush you,

steal a Torah, and stash it
at a truck-rental agency?

It's a van and a pickup.

Magnum, I'm in no mood
to play games.

I got four officers out
with this damn flu.

And I personally feel
like I've been dragged over the Hana Road after a flood.

Don't aggravate me.
Just answer my questions.

What were you doing
at Rent-a-Junker?

We just wanted to talk
to this kid, Vic Makula,

about the stolen Torah.
- Lieutenant.

I don't wanna hear anymore
about stolen Torahs.

All right, it looks like
you actually did file a report on the stolen Torah.

Forgive me,
Lieutenant, but may I ask, what were you doing there?

I'm afraid that's official
police business, Rabbi.

Well, I certainly would not
want to interfere with official police business.

I only asked because
Thomas here thought

that you might
be able to give us some information.

I just thought you might
be able to give us something on Vic Makula.

If I had anything on him,
what makes you think I could give it to you?

Oh, Lieutenant,
you're not a well man.

If I may make a suggestion...

I know. Chicken soup, right?

No, actually, chicken soup
has never worked very well for me.

And from what I read of
the canned variety, with the chemicals and all,

it's worse than
the cold itself.

No, I have always liked

some hot peppermint schnapps,

together with the juice
of two limes and a teaspoonful of baking soda.

It works every time. Here,
I'll write it down for you.

You say it works every time?

Well, most times.

But if you take enough,
you don't care so much that you are sick.

That's very nice of you.

If there's nothing else,
then we won't trouble you any further.

Rabbi, wait a minute.

A few weeks ago, we got wind
that a major international smuggling ring

had added a Honolulu leg
to its circuit.

But then, after hundreds
of man-hours of work, not much else surfaced.

Until?

Until yesterday.

Interpol cabled us information
that led us to this car-and-truck-rental agency,

and to Vic Makula
in particular.

So, the smugglers were
using the rental agency for transportation?

That's what we figured.

But we'd only had the place
staked out for two hours,

and the two of you showed up
and blew the whole thing.

Now, Makula's tipped off.

Gesundheit.

Thank you. Rabbi,
I'm only telling you all of this

so you'll understand
these smugglers are dangerous.

That's why homicide
is on the case.

We know of at least
two murders here in Honolulu alone.

So, be careful
where you step, huh?

Thank you, Lieutenant,
for your concern, and aloha.

Shalom, Rabbi. Shalom.

I'll put some pressure
on the boys downstairs about your Torah.

Magnum, here's all the stuff
the police garage crew took out of the Ferrari.

Thanks.

I heard there's
a lot of body damage.

Higgins should be
real pleased about that.

Here's your glasses, Rabbi.

Those are not mine.

How would you like
to take a little trip down to Honolulu's merchant district?

That was terrible, what
somebody did to your shop.

This is great.
Is this you, Doctor?

One of my last fights,
over 20 years ago.

I keep that there
to remind me of why I became an optician.

I take it you are the one
receiving the punch.

You take it right, uncle.

Now, what is this
information I'm supposed to be interested in?

I was wondering
if you ever seen those before?

Of course. I made them.
That's what I used to do here.

We were hoping
you could tell us for whom.

Well, if I had my files,
it'd be no problem.

I could look up the
frame registration number.

Can you imagine?
They come in here, they do this,

and all they take
are my files.

Who'd want files?

You think these
belong to the guy that broke into my store?

Yes, it's possible.

If I ever get
my hands on him,

he'll need more than glasses,
I can promise you that.

Just look at them.
I mean, this lens here

is ground real thick
and the other one's perfectly clear. Isn't that unusual?

Not in this shop.
I do a lot of work for the Cauliflower Club.

You know, old boxers
down on their luck.

I give them a big
price break on glasses.

Over the years, I've ground
a lot of lenses like these,

for guys blinded in one eye
from punches or whatever.

And you don't keep
a duplicate set of files?

No, not really.
Wait a minute.

Unless he paid cash.

Hey, if I made these for
who I'm thinking of.

Ah, here it is.
I remember him now.

A skinhead,
mean left jab.

Got blinded
in his right eye in his last fight.

T. C: Yeah, in his prime,
that Dick Ling packed quite a wallop.

Sort of like my Uncle Roland's
Bayou Blaster chili.

Oh, what a wonderful aroma.

Maui onions,
if I don't miss my guess.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, you got to chop up
about six big ones real fine.

And then, stir them
thoroughly into the chili.

Naturally.

Guys, do you think
you could swap recipes after we find Dick Ling? Hmm?

Well, like I said,
Dick Ling was real good.

Probably could've
been world class.

He was Island
Featherweight Champ, as it was.

But then he ran into
this 18-year-old kid,

a real buzzsaw.

Man, this kid cut
Dick Ling up so bad,

the doctors were lucky
to save even one eye.

You know, you got to
keep the cooking temperature constant.

That is why stirring
is so important.

T.C., if I had kept
stirring yesterday,

no one would have been
able to pick up Rabbi Solomon at the airport.

Then Uncle Roland's chili
would've been wasted on a culinary rookie like me.

Instead, you have
a real gourmet here.

Please, Thomas, I'm
anything but a gourmet.

Come on, don't be
so modest, Rabbi.

How many people could
recognize Maui onions?

So, don't you think
it worked out for the best, T. C?

Well, I sure do.

So, what about Dick Ling?

I talked to this sports writer
buddy of mine.

He said that Ling was working
at a meat-packing plant downtown.

Some guy named Shelby
gives ex-cons a break, hires them there.

That is most commendable.

Yeah. Cheaper, too.
The state subsidizes them.

Oh, Rabbi.

Come here. Look.

Ah, what a wonderful aroma.

So, our Mr. Ling
is an ex-convict?

Yeah, armed robbery.

Mmm, mmm.

It's almost done.
You are going to love this chili, Rabbi.

Oh, I'm certain I would
if I were only permitted to eat it.

What do you mean,
if you were permitted to...

Oh, it's not kosher.

But please, T.C.,
you and Thomas eat, enjoy.

The chili smells delicious.

Don't mind me.

No, Ling's shift is
probably up by now.

If we're gonna go,
we better go now. I'll see you later, T.C.

Keep stirring.

It's that late already?
Oh, wait, wait a minute, Thomas.

Hey, I got little league
practice in 20 minutes.

You can't... I need you

to stir.

Are you Dick Ling?

How'd you find me?

Hey, now, just...
Wait a minute. We just want...

Over there!

Take it easy.
Come on, move it.

No funny stuff, now.

Get in.

Ah, he must have
jammed the handle.

There's got to be
a floor pedal or an emergency release

or something, somewhere.

We have a saying.

"If you're in the dark,
you can't see what's in the light.

"But if you're in the light,
you can't see what's in the..."

Actually, I'm not certain that
this saying applies here.

I like it anyway.
Here, Thomas, have a coat.

I think you
must be freezing.

No, no. We're not gonna
be here that long.

You know,
this is the first time I've been properly dressed

since I arrived in Hawaii.

That's quite an idea.

There we go.

Here we are.

All right.

Now...

One, two, three.

It's unlatched,
but it won't open.

He must've blocked
the door with something.

Thomas, there's
a bright side here.

If Mr. Ling has blocked
the door shut,

then it has to mean that
he's not standing out there

with a gun waiting for us.

That's a very good
deduction, Rabbi. Let's try this again.

Yes, but this time you have
to put your heart into it.

You have to have faith.
Wait a minute.

Amen!

Gesundheit.

All right, Magnum,
you're off the hook again.

Ballistics says the.38
they found you with

was not the gun
that killed Ling.

Wait a minute,
what do you mean I'm off the hook?

Didn't you guys
shoot Ling?

Don't be ridiculous.

They just answered an
anonymous shots-fired call in,

and found you and the Rabbi
there with Ling's body.

They're checking both
bullets against the one that killed Vic Makula.

Makula's dead, too?

Fished his body out of
the Ala Wai this morning.

What a horrible
waste of youth.

Believe me, Lieutenant,
Thomas and I are just as puzzled as you.

I guess we're back
to square one.

Well, yeah. I mean,

unless we could
find out who the

gun that killed Ling
was registered to.

I mean, that would be
a place for us to start.

Now, wait a minute.

It didn't belong
to Dick Ling?

No. Ex-cons
can't own firearms.

You know I can't give
you that information.

We couldn't ask the Lieutenant
to give us that, no.

I'm sure it would be
against regulations.

That's right.
- Yeah, yeah.

But regulations could
be bent. I mean, as long as nobody got hurt.

If it would lead us a step
closer to finding the Torah.

Maybe even Ling's killer.

That's police business.

- No, we can't ask.
- No.

Good.

I will just have to
accept the fact that the sacred Torah,

symbol of faith and courage
of countless generations of my people,

has been irrevocably lost,
under the nose of Hawaii's finest detective.

Excuse me.

I left something
in the copy room. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Well, Thomas,
what's our next move?

A surprise visit to Shelby.

But, if as
Lieutenant Tanaka says,

he has already been cleared
of the Ling murder.

Yeah, well, Ling was carrying
a gun registered to Shelby,

Ling works
at Shelby's factory,

and Ling was one of the guys
who attacked us and took the Torah.

I would think
that Shelby might know something about that.

Yes.

So, it appears that things
are starting to go our way.

Oh, don't worry, Thomas.
I'll have it fixed in no time.

If you can find me a jack.

Oh, that's okay, Rabbi.

You just get the next one.

Oh, all right.

Maybe a story could make
the task seem faster.

You know something?

You know what
I would like to hear is how you and Higgins met.

I couldn't. No.

Jonathan doesn't like
to have the story repeated.

Oh, I don't think he'd mind
you telling me.

All right.
It's a good story.

It was in Palestine,
after the war.

You know that Palestine
was then ruled by the British,

and for Jews,
it was impossible for them to emigrate.

They wouldn't allow it.
Naturally, it didn't stop us.

Naturally.

A few of my friends and I,
we liberated a lifeboat

from that tramp steamer
that we were on,

and under cover of night,
we rowed all the way to the shore.

When we got there,
there was a British patrol standing there.

Higgins.

What could we do?
Row out into the sea? Jump into the water?

You must understand that
the British had a standing order to shoot on sight.

Well, we landed the boat
and put our fate in the hands of God.

We sat there for what
seemed like an eternity.

I was looking straight into
that British soldier's face.

I could see the struggle
in his eyes.

And all of a sudden,
he made a smart left turn, as if he never saw us.

And walked away,
leaving us free to scatter into the dark, to freedom.

So, Higgins disobeyed
a direct standing order.

Years later,

it was in London,
on Trafalgar Square, right outside the museum.

I see a face in the crowd.

I get goose pimples all over.
My palms begin to sweat.

I wanted to throw my arms
around him and thank him.

He must've thought
I was meshugge!

I said,
"You were in Palestine!" He said, "Yes."

This, that,
the other thing, I said,

"How could a British soldier
disobey a standing order?"

And he answered, very calmly,
you know how he speaks.

He said, "I was obeying
a higher law

"that does not
permit me to shoot

"unarmed refugees
looking for a home."

A little piece of that Torah
will always belong to Jonathan Higgins.

Torah?
Who would steal a Torah?

Well, that's why
we're here, Mr. Shelby.

We were kind of hoping
you could help us figure that out.

If I may make a suggestion,
Mr. Shelby.

If you keep
your left foot square with the line of the ball,

keep your head down,
and follow through,

you'll have
much more success.

Yeah?
Mmm-hmm.

Hmm.

Thanks for the tip.

Not at all.

Now, perhaps you'd like
to return the favor?

Maybe.
What do you have in mind?

We were wondering, Mr. Shelby,

why you would give a man
with Mr. Ling's background access to your handgun?

Believe me, I didn't.

Ling stole the gun
out of my office drawer,

and I don't use it,
so I never realized it was missing.

I wouldn't trust Dick Ling
with a gun

or much of anything else,
for that matter.

Yeah, but you
gave him a job.

Sure I did.

I give a lot of ex-cons jobs.
Got to give them a helping hand.

I know it's tough
for them out there.

But I also know
which ones to trust.

Now, you'll have to
pardon me, I'm afraid,

because I have
a very important golf date. With my banker, no less.

Now, please, hang around,
enjoy yourselves.

Have a drink if you'd like.

Bye-bye, now.

Don't wait up for me.

I don't trust that man.

I'm sorry,
but I don't.

Thomas, please pull over
and stop the car.

What's wrong?

Thomas, please, stop the car.
Pull over, please.

There, now stop.

All right.

Thank you.

Wait a minute, Rabbi,
what's the matter?

It's almost sundown,
and our Sabbath is about to begin.

Our tradition does not
permit me to ride in the car on the Sabbath.

I'll see you over
at the estate.

But that's over two miles.
You can't walk all that way.

I'm not an invalid,
thank you.

You see, the Sabbath
is a pillar of our faith,

and we're obligated to honor
the day and keep it holy.

I'll see you over
at the estate.

Wait a minute!

I'll walk with you.

Here, Rabbi.

Amen.

Amen.

Rabbi Solomon, Mr. Magnum,
are you all right?

I think so. I don't suppose
you know anything about that explosion?

No. What do you mean?

Come on, Miss Chou,
you've been following us around all day.

Now, that could be
a huge coincidence, but somehow I doubt it.

It is not what you think.
Would you please get into the car?

That is very gracious,
Miss Chou,

but the Sabbath has begun,
and I'm not permitted to ride in a car on the Sabbath.

Rabbi, I must insist
you accept my invitation.

If you want your Torah back,
you must come with me.

We have many thing
to discuss,

including how you smuggled
the Shen Wa rubies into this country.

The Shen Wa's rubies
are among my country's

most treasured and valuable
historical antiquities.

And you accuse me
of smuggling them out of Taiwan?

I could never do
such a terrible thing.

You simply
do not understand my feeling about the legacy of our past.

I think maybe I do.

Do you see this?

It's over 600 years old,
from the Ming dynasty.

Just touching it gives me
a feeling of being connected.

A direct link to my ancestors.

That's very nice.
Is that why you put a bomb in our car?

Mr. Magnum, if I had
wanted to kill you,

you must admit,
I could have done it before this.

Over the last few years,
many precious antiquities

have disappeared
from our museum.

Gems, pictures, statues,
and many other objets d'art.

All of which brave men
like my own father

risked their lives to rescue
out of the mainland

before Mao's cultural purge
destroyed them forever.

We have tried desperately
to find the men responsible for this terrible loss.

And until recently,
we have failed.

So, you see, Rabbi,
I do understand how you feel.

You said,
"Until recently."

That must mean that
you know who they are.

One of them.
Their contact in Taiwan.

And that was the same man
who arranged for your Torah to be returned to you

with the Shen Wa rubies
inside.

What we didn't know is,
who was on this side?

Who was going to receive
the stolen gems?

So, you knew about
the smuggling operation and you let it happen.

We had to get
to the key man,

and we thought that
if we exchanged the rubies with copies and follow them...

And you didn't think
it was all that important to tell the Rabbi

that the Torah and his life
was in danger?

We never meant to lose
sight of the Torah,

and I'm terribly sorry
it is lost.

Well, the important thing is
to get the Torah back.

We have heard a rumor that
a buyer is in Honolulu,

and tonight he will see
the rubies.

And I had hoped that perhaps
you would find out where the location is going to be.

And perhaps
we could stop the smugglers and retrieve the Torah.

Will you help us?

What could it hurt?

Why should we?

We have a saying,

"In order to learn
from the past,

"a man must forgive it."

Thank you.
We have the same saying.

We have a saying, too.

"Once burned, twice shy."

T. C: What makes you think
Shelby put a bomb in your car?

And give me my gun out of
the glove compartment.

Deduction.
It wasn't there when we left the police department.

That we know for sure.

Yeah. And so, naturally,
you couldn't call the police.

I didn't say that I couldn't
call the police, T.C.

What I said was, if Mia Chou's
information was correct,

the exchange would take
place about midnight.

And they couldn't have
a search warrant by then.

Right. That's what I said.

Yeah. Even if the guy
even has the jewels.

Well, if he didn't
have the jewels,

then why would he
kill Ling and Makula?

The two people who could
have led us to them.

Deduction.

Deductions.

T. C: Thomas, look.

Okay, Rabbi, you wait here
for half an hour.

If we're not out,
call Tanaka.

Do you have a plan?

Of course we have a plan.

Sort of.

It's locked.

Rabbi.

I couldn't wait in the car.

Don't make me ask
again, Shelby.

Where are the rubies?

The Torah, what are they
doing to the Torah?

Shh, they might hear us.

They'll hear you
better inside.

Drop them.

Good work.

Well, Magnum,
may I be so bold as to ask what you're doing here?

Well, we were just trying to
make sure you wouldn't cut us out of the rubies deal,

and from the looks of things,
that's exactly what you're trying to do.

Shelby, what is this stupid
game you're trying to pull?

These gems are
all counterfeit.

What? What are you
talking about?

Look.

I told you they wouldn't
fall for it, Shelby.

You shut up!

Yeah, we tried
to warn him.

Don't listen to them.
These rubies can't be fake.

I've had that Torah
ever since it got to Hawaii.

Well, what're you
pulling a gun for? Look.

Rabbi, you remember
what they say?

"If you're in the dark,
you can see what's in the light,

"but if you're in the light,
you can't see what's in the dark."

They have been in my control
ever since they got here.

What the hell?

Mr. Magnum,

I want to thank you
for all your help,

and for referring me
to Lieutenant Tanaka.

Thank you.

Yeah, but, Magnum,
next time you get into a mess like this,

don't expect me
to bail you out again.

And just as I was
about to close the deal,

this sniveling reporter
from American Star magazine

tricked Wallen into
signing with them.

It took every ounce
of wile in me

to extract a promise
from them to donate part of their royalties

to the Children's Hospital.

I mean, I'm most exhausted.

You missed the turn.

No, I didn't.

Where are we going?

Magnum?

Your friend, Asher Solomon,
has something he'd like to tell you.

Jonathan, come here.

Abraham Pressman.

I don't understand.

There's no reason
why you should.

But 40 years ago,
this Abraham

was on a jammed,
leaking lifeboat off the coast of Palestine.

Abraham, together
with 20 homeless Jews, including myself.

Fortunately
for Abraham, and for me, and for the others,

we landed on a beach in
Palestine that was patrolled by a British soldier called

Jonathan Quayle Higgins.

Oi, Abraham and I
go back many years.

Shanghai.

Yes, he died.

He passed away on a visit
to his family

before I recovered the Torah.

I wanted you to be here

at the time when I
shared it with him.

Asher, I'm deeply touched.

But bringing the Torah
into a cemetery...

I know, is against the highest
Jewish tradition,

but after all this
Torah has been through,

I think the good Lord above
will forgive us.

Abraham,

Avremele,

this is for you,
and for all of you, my friends.

And now, we will take
this Torah

to the living.
L'Chaim, Jonathan.

L'Chaim, Asher.

You.

Goodbye, Abraham.

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